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Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

Madam Mim

Madam Mim

One Big Modern Mess
Joined
May 30, 2013
The woman stood on top of the hill, scowling at the sky. It was dark and ominous wall of clouds encroaching on the clear blue, and snows seemed to have crept farther down the mountain that loomed over them all. The hill was normally grassy, but now the brown grass crunched underfoot, not having grown for at least two warm seasons. Of course they had seen cold seasons before, but not like this. The cold seemed to last longer and longer each cycle, and this past warm season hadn't been very warm at all, but chilly with a few hot days here and there. Now much of the grass and vegetation was dying and they had been unable to keep the livestock they once had, and food seemed to be becoming more and more scarce.

With a final glare at the sky in the distance, she sniffed and started back down the hill. The snows and ice would be upon them soon, and they all had to do their part or they would starve in the long freeze ahead. She had been tracking a mammoth for two days and continued after it long after her brethren had given up and turned back in search of easier game. Packed in snow, this mammoth could easily feed her village at least half the winter if not longer. For now she used her spear as a walking stick, keeping her tattooed face turned toward the ground as she followed tracks. This lone figure walked with her hood down, dressed in skins and furs with pelts tied around her feet with sinew, unaware of what was coming.
 
It came from the sky, at first.

Crashing down in a heap of metal and flames, the machine struggled and churned in and of itself as malfunctions errupted everywhere. Within the box quickly falling from the heavens, David attempted to repair the immense damage to no avail. Panic was setting in. Sweat was covering his body from head to toe, as things got out of control. He could barely stabalize the machine before he died the moment it hit the ground, causing it to at least halt suddenly before slamming into grounds unfamiliar and ejecting him at the last moment before an explosion took the entire thing away.

All that was left of it now, was scrap metal and heaps. David was flung out into a clearing, mud and dirt the only things cushioning his fall. He barely had a chance to look up-- this was the era he had attempted to travel back to, after all. What he didn't plan on, was his time machine blowing up in the process. Panic set in again, as he took in his surroundings with dulled vision and a frantic mindset. He was going to die. he had no help. Everything was fucked.

The panic and shortness of breath finally got to him, and it was followed up quickly by unconsciousness. He didn't know what was to come either, but as he faded away, he assumed it was the end for him. You could see the fire for miles-- and when something like that happens, the wild life was quickly following. If they didn't get him, the elements would.

Accepting death was peaceful, when you're passing out in the process.
 
The woman jumped, startled by the flash in the sky. She'd seen lightning before, of course, but when she was focused on following tracks any sort of outside distraction was startling. What was unusual about this particular flash of lightning, however, was that it had managed to make it to the ground and spark a fire a few miles off. The mammoth had been heading that direction anyway. Perhaps she could find a spare branch that had caught fire there instead of using her own precious fuel to light her way when the sun went down, which would be soon. With an air of renewed determination she set off toward the fire and silently hoped that it wouldn't spread to the dead vegetation around it.

When she finally reached the fire she found no spare torch, but hunks of strange material she'd only seen stuck in seams in the rocks. Stepping carefully around it, she found one of the hunks had brained her mammoth and it lay taking shallow, futile gasps of air. With a look of pity she used a tusk to pull herself up onto the beast then plunged her spear into its neck, murmuring something reverently while looking up to the mountain in the middle distance. Fortunately it had circled and wound up only half a day's walk from her village; the others could quickly come out and drag it back. She was sliding carefully back to the ground when she heard a noise that sounded almost like a groan.

At first she was wary of spirits, that perhaps she hadn't given thanks properly for the creature's life...but then she discovered on the other side of the fire was an unconscious man. He was too pale, possibly sick or injured if he'd been hit by the lightning, but from the looks of him sprawled out on the ground he was also a giant; taller than the tallest man in her village. The woman blew her hair out of her eyes and looked around. Well...if she didn't get him out of here it was possible he might catch fire or a predator, drawn by the dead mammoth, would think him a tasty snack. Kneeling down she carefully pulled him across her shoulders, then stood and began the hike back to her village. Hopefully other predators would be scared away by the fire and her people would return to minimal damage to the mammoth.
 
He felt some things, but not others. A rustle. A shoulder blade digging into his groin, but he didn't know that's what it was. The simple pains reached him while he was out cold, but it wasn't enough to wake him. He simply dreamt-- of the time from which he came, he glorious future in comparison to where he was now. Time Travel was vacation. Machines were guaranteed not to break-- but he drew the short straw, and there he was, stuck in a land he'd intended to visit and watch from afar before going back home to his family and friends.

Yet when he awoke, it was rough. His chest rose up and he half-sat up instantly, looking around him. He wasn't where he crash landed. The surroundings were familiar. Was he...where was he? A small light in the distance signaled that there was a fire. His time machine? Or a camp fire? He was laying on what seemed to be primitive material-- some straw, some grass, a bit of threading made a make-shift bed.

He didn't panic this time, but he instantly groaned out and grabbed onto his rib. He was a little injured, a cut from a wayward flying piece of metal. It would alert anyone around him that he was awake-- but he didn't think of that at the time. He simply held the leaf placed on the wound. A make-shift bandage, and wondered how in the hell he wasn't out there dying this very moment.
 
"Yoma! Yoma enteko!"

"Ish!" The child was hitched up almost painfully to quiet him, but after a noise of complaint he simply re-latched to his mother's breast, watching the stranger out of the corner of his eye. The woman knelt and looked at him curiously now that he was awake. "Minyen etu?" she asked. When he didn't answer she poked his shoulder. "Minyen etu?" she repeated a little louder and a little more slowly, as though he hadn't heard her or were particularly stupid. "Oua pretak? Shenom?" She put a hand to her chest, over the childrens' heads. "Eedahn. Ee...dahn. Eto shekar?" She put the same hand to his chest, indicating that he should answer. "Eedahn," she explained again, slowly, "eto?"

Eedahn didn't look to be more than nineteen, but the two children latched to her breasts must have been around three and five, respectively. Despite the chill she had taken her top off and the suckling boys didn't seem to be considered out of place. It was usual for children to be nursed as old as eight or ten as a precaution against food scarcity. Eedahn had been away for two days and the boys--who looked too dissimilar to be true brothers--had missed their mother. She poked the stranger again, trying to get him to tell her his name or where he was from, anything that might give some clue as to which direction they should point him. She'd asked around and even the elders didn't know of where a pale giant like him might come from, apart from the top of the mountain.

"Ahn shekar Eedahn. Eto shekar?" she repeated a third time. "Hac men pretak. Oua pretak etu?" She patted the ground before pointing to the yurt-like huts around them. Nobody had wanted the stranger in their hut, so a grass mat had been dragged outside for him to lay on until they could figure out what to do with him.
 
Confusion set over him quickly, mainly because he didn't quite get where he was at first. It was...a village, all around him, and kneeling at his side was this girl. She was dirty, but...surprisingly gorgeous. Hair as wild as Lion's made. Her face marked, yet not in a bad way. Yet most of all, she had children sucking from her nipples like calves at a teet. She was...feeding them, and they were old. He remembered what he knew about this era. About stories told from previous time travelers. How they'd watch the people's strange customs and barbaric behavior. This must be what they meant, since the woman, in her best efforts to try and communicate, was naked chest-up, breasts swollen and out to feed these two boys who didn't seem very related.

The patting back and forth on the chest confused him all the same, before he began to understand that she was introducing herself. The language barrier would be difficult, and so he improvised. Raising an arm, his own hand reached for her chest, just above the breasts feeding the boys. He pointed, the tip of his finger touching the woman's skin. "Eadahn...that's your name..." He understood that much, before taking his hand back and pressing it against his chest. "David. Da...vid..my name." He repeated this twice more, touching her, then touching himself.

Finally, he tried to sit up a little more and look around him, at all the huts outside and where he was. How would he explain this...he couldn't. So he grabbed a nearby rock, and began to draw shapes into the ground. First, a stick figure, before he pointed to it and then to himself. "David." He repeated again, for her to understand. Then, arrows, drawn pointing down towards a line that represented land. Then, the man pointed to the sky. He was trying to tell her, that if nothing else, he was from far away.
 
She nodded when he touched her and repeated her name. It looked like he was catching on. "Day..fed..." Eedahn tried the strange word on her tongue. "Dayfed."

Eedahn craned her neck to see over the heads of the boys before getting fed up and shooing them away. They ate solid food of course, so if they were still hungry they could have some of the bear that had been killed earlier this week. A party had gone out to get the mammoth, but since it was already nightfall they wouldn't be back until probably mid-morning. Sitting on her knees instead of trying to find her shirt she watched as Dayfed drew shapes in the dirt with a rock. When he labeled himself as the stick man she nodded that he understood. Eedahn frowned a little when he drew the arrows then pointed to the sky. She squinted at his drawing for a moment thinking hard, then there was an intake of breath when she thought she understood, and nodded.

"Ab dem darub!" she declared, pointing at the mountain a few dozen leagues away. She pointed to where the diagonals of the arrows almost met, then at the mountain. "Darub?" It was clear she had mistaken the arrows for a mountain range, and thought he must have come from there. Leaning forward she drew a little hut which looked like the ones around them somewhere below the ground line he'd drawn, then pointed to it. "Eedahn pretak," she said, gesturing around before pointing at the negative space between the arrows, "Dayfed pretak?" She pointed at the mountain again, just to clarify. She felt silly, talking to him like a toddler might, but it was clear he didn't understand them either because he was a little slow or because giants didn't talk like anyone she had ever met, so she was doing the best she could with what she had.
 
He was having a dillema, here. On one hand, trying to explain a Time-Machine to a Cavewoman was both ridiculous and futile. On the other, his attempt to simplify it in saying that he came from the sky didn't seem to be yielding much results either. He watched her try to understand, and as she settled on thinking that he's from a far-off mountain range, he gave in. It was as far as her mind would allow her to understand for now. She didn't seem stupid-- the Cavewoman was smart enough to communicate. To understand. To draw. The concept of how he got here was simply too advanced for her time. So, he just nodded, and repeated. "Darub."

He would become the mountain man. The mountain giant, visiting the Village. At least, if they connected him with something familiar, they wouldn't be inclined to kill or roast him when her tribesmen and women came back. Once she began explaining what their little area was called, he let out a small laugh. The communication was...more or less successful, and he understood. He sat up fully this time, looking at the woman. Her breasts were out and leaking, and it was hard not to have a natural reaction. He could feel himself tenting the boxer shorts he wore-- the very last fabrics on him as he'd been stripped upon arrival so the wound could get tended.

Awkwardly, he attempted to cover up the erection so she wouldn't get such a clear view, before picking up the rock again and starting to draw a series of huts beneath the mountain range, and then two stick figures-- him and her, beside them. "Where are we?" He asked, pointing to the village drawn, then to everything around them, hoping that would firstly distract her from the fact that he'd hardened, and also to get some answers.
 
Trying to cover his erection only drew her attention to it. Eedahn raised an eyebrow, smirked, and muttered something but didn't pursue the matter. They'd see about it when he wasn't going to die and they'd determined whether they'd be able to get him back home. He was, after all, one more mouth to feed and she didn't want him to get her pregnant then leave. While monogamy had yet to be invented and children in this village lived with their mothers, fathers still helped care for the children.

Dayfed the Giant drew more huts along with hers and then two stick figures, which he informed her were them, then pointed to the dirt village before gesturing around them. Eedahn frowned, not understanding what he was trying to ask. He wanted to share her hut? She shook her head and attempted to explain how things worked here. After all, she didn't know how giants lived so he probably didn't know how they lived, and she didn't know what he was asking so she might as well try something else. But where to start?

"Jehel," she said after a moment of thought. She cupped her arms like she was cradling a baby, then pointed at her leaking breast. "Jehel, ne?" She drew three stick figures in the dirt, two smaller than the one in the middle. The middle figure was drawn with two large circles to indicate breasts. "Jehel," she said, pointing to the smaller stick figures, "yoma," she pointed to the taller figure, then put a hand to her own chest. "Yoma," she repeated. "Nikah, Tuam, Eedahn," she said, pointing first to the two smaller stick figures and labeling the taller one as herself. "Jehel, jehel, Yoma. Ne?" She looked to see if he understood, then drew a hut around the three stick figures. "Jeheln ou yoma etin." She stuck out her two index fingers and placed them parallel to each other, motioning 'together.' "Etin, ne? Jeheln ou yoma etin, ou marou." She drew a fourth stick figure inside the hut, labeling it 'marou' again before thinking better and giving it what was clearly a cock. Thinking again, she tried to clarify and drew a stick family apart from the hut, labeling jehel, yoma, and marou before pointing at Dayfed. "Na marou," she said, shaking her head while pointing at him and hoping she had gotten across that marou was a father, not just a man.

Through a lot of drawing and labeling Eedahn conveyed--or at least hoped she conveyed--that children lived with their mothers, and two people who shared an eldest child shared a hut. Her eldest was called Nikah, whose father was Reyun, and since Nikah had also been Reyun's first child they shared a hut. She tried to clarify this by drawing Reyun's three other children with as many women, and Tuam's father Atai's nine other children by six other women and demonstrate that he lived with the mother of his eldest, but that may have just confused Dayfed. Sitting back on her heels, she blew her hair out of her face in frustration and gave up. He'd learn. If nothing else in a day or two once they'd figured out what to do with him he'd learn that he couldn't live with her forever.

"Ana key vo, meshra?" she teased, changing the subject and pulling at his...well, the closest she could figure was that they were tiny pants. They'd all had a good giggle when they saw that he wore tiny pants beneath his regular pants, as though he were afraid he would somehow wind up walking around pantless if he didn't. She pulled at the waistband, surprised at how it stretched. She raised an eyebrow again at his erection, smirked, then let the tiny pants go. "Kesher va," she said, standing and helping him to his feet before turning to show him the village. When she turned it was apparent that her back and shoulders were tattooed with the same pigment as her face.

The village was full mostly of women, children, and older men since the hunters were out getting the mammoth, but a few warriors had stayed behind to protect the village. With the cold seasons coming they were expecting other tribes to join them--safety in numbers, after all--but it also meant more raiders looking for food and fuel. Eedahn walked unselfconsciously half-naked as she tried her best to explain things in small, simple words that could be combined with gestures. She tried to explain that she was a hunter, that her strength and speed and stamina--along with her large breasts and hips--made her a desirable mate, but she didn't know if any of this got through to him, particularly when she mimed some copulative act.
 
There was a lot to go through, but step by step, he'd begin grasping the familiar system here.

He wasn't totally clueless. When visiting an Era, it usually came with a manual that explained what was to expect and what to watch out for. From what he perused, he had an idea of how tribes worked. Ho their system worked. While he was trying to find out the size and name of their little group, she thought he intended to share a hut. Naturally she'd begin drawing and explaining how it actually was. How she shared this hut with another man, and how the children suckling from her breasts earlier were her own, but of different fathers.

He would not when understanding, his own rock drawing along with her. Though, he could not help but burst out a small laugh when she drew the cock on the stick figure, before collecting himself and nodding along. Eventually, he drew a big circle around the hut and everyone in it, then pointed at her chest once more. "Eedhan's Hut." He'd gotten it, mostly. When she started drawing other huts with other people in it, it got a little confusing and it showed on his face, a huff escaping as features strained. He was rather hairless in comparison to the other men around her, but he ran his hand through whatever hair he had to try and ease himself into things.

This...was pretty crazy. Though his thoughts were distracted when she suddenly started pulling at the elastic of his boxer shorts, amused and smirking at his erection-- which didn't exactly remain still at the hint of a breeze and onlooking eyes. When you remove the little pants' captivity, things tended to spring up. Either way, there was a slight rush of red on his face there. She was so bold, and he attempted to protest only to rationalize it was a rather terrible idea to do so, especially when he was injured for the day and more or less at her mercy. She would note though, that his cock was shaped differently at the tip than what most of the other men had. It was tipped like a spear, as opposed to covered in a sheath, but he'd simply put that as a Giant Mountain Man thing as opposed to explaining circumcision.

Finally though, he did get up and walk around with her, just slightly leaning against her. When the back Tattoo flashed and they stopped for a moment, he traced the ink along her back with the tip of his finger while she tried to explain she was a fertile huntress. He looked around just then, trying to see what he could do to show her what skills he had, or what he did, before he spotted a long branch on the ground. Waving for her to follow, he'd reach for it, and pick up a rock in the process. Using it to sharpen the edge hastily, he tweeked the long branch into a make-shift, if slightly uneven spear. "Spear." He'd point to the weapon, then repeat the word. "David can use Spear." And with a hefty wind up, he'd hurl the spear forward until it crashed and stuck itself into a near-by tree. Good thing he used to do track and field in high school and remembered how to throw a javelin. Not like he could tell her he actually worked in construction.

This was close enough.
 
Dayfed seemed to catch on for the most part, and she smiled her approval when he drew a circle around the hut to show that he understood. She pointed to a hut across the circular clearing, indicating which one was hers. "Pretakento," she said, before pointing at the hut in the dirt. "Pretakento." Perhaps if she could at least teach him some words they would better be able to understand him.

His cock was...interesting, to say the least. She'd never seen a cock shaped like that and it only made her more curious about how it might feel inside her. He was as large as Reyun, so she knew it would at least make her feel good so long as he knew how to use it. The idea of a man of his age being a virgin was ridiculous--Reyun, after all, had been made a father at fifteen--but who knew how the pale mountain giants did things? She wanted to touch it, but instead let the tiny pants snap back when she saw how red his face had gotten. Perhaps tomorrow he would feel more comfortable; it was the first day of the full moon, after all, and they would also be celebrating the mammoth.

Eedahn shivered a little and her nipples hardened when Dayfed traced her tattoos with the tip of is finger. Men did that to her sometimes, when they wanted sex but were trying to be thoughtful. She enjoyed it but was confused when he went away and picked up a branch. She wasn't sure if it was intentional mixed signals or if he just didn't know how things worked, but she caught the eye of one of the guards as she passed and exchanged smiles. Dayfed sharpened the stick, labeling it a 'spear,' and threw it so it stuck in a tree. She nodded, understanding. At least he could make himself useful.

"Lentoh," she said, pointing at the makeshift spear. "Spee-eer...lentoh."

"Kanneshta altom wol hegal shemmet?" The same warrior guarding the village she'd exchanged looks with came over to wrap an arm around her waist. She rolled her eyes but smiled and hit his chest gently.

"Ish," she chided. "Er konnen."

"Konnen ai? Na envo lonnai es..." A drop of milk dribbled down her breast as he circled one of her nipples with his fingertip. His erection was visible and pressed against her hip insistently.

"Hai Reyun," she introduced him, ignoring his advances for now. She was wet, of course, from Dayfed's attentions to her back and the shape of his cock and she certainly wouldn't say no to anyone right now, but she figured it was only polite. Besides, it had been three years since her last healthy pregnancy; people were starting to talk. It would have been best to try anyway. "Hai Dayfed, ab dem darub," she explained. Reyun raised his eyebrows.

"Ab dem darub?" he repeated. "Koh! Louille min pretak!" He waved a small greeting but didn't entirely take his hands off of Eedahn and in fact slipped a hand below the waist of her remaining clothes.

"Tantesah?" Eedahn offered, pointing first to her eyes then to herself and Reyun.
 
So, Pretakento was her hut. Or where she lived. He figured that much, but said nothing of it for now. They had moved on to talk about other things anyway, and at least she understood that he could help. Whether it was hunting, or combat-- he knew how to use a spear and it would come to his advantage one way or the other. He had read that these tribes often had combat circles, to prove hierarchy or breeding rights with a certain female in heat or seeking pregnancy, but he saw nothing of that yet.

What he did see, was that other guardsman walking up to Eedahn, and getting...rather familiar, rather quickly. It seemed these people were rather sexually open and explorative, though suddenly, David felt a hint of possessiveness spring over him. He didn't know this woman-- nor did he have any right to her, yet where he came from, if another guy wrapped an arm about the girl you're with and pressed his cock to her hip, a fight would start. He had to reign himself in a bit here, since customs were different. Everything, was different, and it seemed this warrior was nice enough.

So, David simply nodded at the man and offered a wave back. His height gave his ego a bit of confidence, to speak back. "Hello. David." He bumped his chest as if to signal that David is his name, before looking at Eedahn once more as she motioned to herself and then to the man and she. It took him a second, but his brows rose instantly. Was she...suggesting he watch them fuck and breed? It was intriguing. He couldn't help but think that he'd want a woman like that for himself, but there were larger issues here. He was trapped. This wasn't his time. He needed to figure out how to get back.

But, in the mean time...

"Yes."

He said that, with a nod, so that she'd at least understand one of his words. His own cock wasn't exactly soft, so he figured he'd at least participate in these strange customs while he was here. "Here?" He waved around, wondering if these people would just do it out in the open like their comfort with nudity.

Either way, he had to see where this was going to go.
 
Reyun ignored their exchange, not caring whether the strange giant watched or not; he was horny, and had recognized the look Eedahn had given him as she'd passed and knew she was too. His fingers slid against her clit while his other hand worked to get her remaining clothes off then pull his cock out of his own pants. He groaned when Eedahn wrapped her small but strong hand around it and stroked his length before leaning down to lap up the milk that had dribbled down her breasts in her arousal.

"Etekan jeheln mit," he murmured, making her gasp a little and shiver.

They were in love, as much as their ancient society had a concept of love. They hadn't been each others' first, but they shared an eldest child and a dwelling together. They'd almost had a second child then lost it, and had shared that heartache together. They were each, of course, free to do as they pleased sexually speaking, but when either one of them felt that desperate, urgent need for another child they most often found reassurance in one another. Reyun was her friend, and had comforted her through another miscarriage and a stillbirth belonging to other men and he looked after Tuam like his own. He was a good man, and Eedahn hardly ever turned him down.

"Entin jehel," Eedahn murmured back, wrapping one leg around his waist and bracing herself on his shoulder as he pulled the other up as well.

She sighed in a sort of contented relief as her strong muscles flexed visibly beneath her skin and she lowered herself onto Reyun's thick cock. She saw Dayfed out of the corner of her eye watching and gave him a quick, lustful smile before letting her head loll back when Reyun lifted her up then down with his powerful arms. Dayfed's question about whether they would do it here out in the open was answered when Reyun hooked his arms under her knees and gripped her strong thighs, moving her faster up and down while she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned obscenely. Her lush ass was there for the taking, but there was only so long Reyun would be able to hold her up by himself before he had to pin her against the tree with the spear still stuck in it.
 
He watched them with curious eyes, the way they interacted and the way they touched one another. First, how he touched her so openly, and stroked her cunt and toyed with her breasts all the same. More-so, he watched how she touched him. A mix of lust and affection, like this man wasn't just a stranger, but one that meant something to her. It wouldn't take long before the two of them were simply teasing and stroking one another, she, getting his cock harder while he toying with her cunt. It was like watching porn, except live-- and David's possessive symptom showed itself again, and with it, hardened his cock just a little more.

As they fully transitioned to...well, fucking, and he lifted her up and held her beneath her knees to have her bouncing onto his cock, David couldn't help but lower his boxer shorts and start tending to his own. He was built differently. His muscles forged through work outs rather than through hunting. Thus, his body was almost sculpted. The man was 6'3, and weighed just about 180 Ibs of muscle and strength. His cock was nothing to scoff at, a thick and hard nine inches that would appear bigger than the man she fucked had he not been inside her already. He watched as Eedahn offered a back glance at him, and watched him stroke his cock for a moment.

Was...was it an invitation? She offered for him to watch, but could he really do more? All the signs seemed to point in that direction. Everything was shared here. The women especially-- and so he'd glance to the man for a moment. He wasn't so much seeking approval, as he was trying to figure out if he'd be attacked for doing what he was about to do.

Yet, after what'd he'd gone through today...he needed the fucking release. And so he threw caution to the wind and stepped forward, dominantly reaching for one of Eedahn's breasts and grabbing it for leverage while she continued riding Reyun, and his hips suddenly angled forwards. His cock found its own way to her asshole-- and much to his surprise, she wasn't a virgin in that department. No, the puckered hole seemed ready for such an entry, and so pushing upwards and shoving a few inches of his cock in from behind seemed well accepted and even desired.

A groan left his lips just then-- before something struck him. Kissing-- the way he knew it, probably wasn't a thing back then. He was fucking stuck here. He didn't have to worry about fucking space-time shit. He could introduce the concept. And so suddenly, the hand on her breast lowered to her hip for leverage, and his free hand grabbed her by the jawline to twist her head so she'd look at him, before his lips pressed to her own, his tongue sought out hers, and he introduced the cave-woman to the concept of a kiss-- all while cocks continued to pleasure.
 
Eedahn licked her lips as she watched Dayfed stroke his own thick cock and grinned wantonly before turning her attention back to Reyun. He licked her breasts and bit at her neck, hitching her up which caused her to come down harder on his cock and make her cry out in pleasure. Without warning she felt the giant's hands on her, grabbing her breasts. At the divine completion of his cock spearing her ass she screamed in pleasure and pressed her nails into Reyun's neck. Reyun, for his part, felt free to let some of her weight rest on the giant and take some of the strain from his muscles. He wanted him, and he looked strong and had long legs that were good for running fast. If the child were the giant's then it would have good traits from its father, but Reyun silently hoped that she would bear him a second son instead.

Eedahn's wails of pleasure were cut off by Dayfed pressing his lips to hers. Kissing as he knew it hadn't been invented yet...but this was how mothers fed their babies just learning to eat solid food. This was where spit and vomit came from and where food went; his idea of mouth-kissing was repulsive to them. Eedahn pulled away and Reyun pushed Dayfed's face to the side with a sharp word of reproach before redoubling his efforts, bringing her down harder on his throbbing cock. He was almost there, but his arms were getting tired...

Reyun pulled Eedahn off of Dayfed's cock and, not letting her go, knelt then laid on his back on the ground. He groaned as Eedahn rode him enthusiastically, taking one pendulous breast into his mouth and grabbing her hips. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, spreading her cheeks as though to inform Dayfed that he was still welcome to her. At the feeling of two cocks inside her once more Eedahn moaned and shuddered, drawing near her own orgasm. The only thing to make it more perfect, more complete, would be a third cock in her mouth that she might swallow some other man's seed and bear them all strong, healthy sons.
 
As far as David was concerned, this was just a natural progression to adapting to these people's customs. Had he turned down the public fuck, he could be seen as resilient, and who knew what would be done with him then. That is how he convinced himself of how okay this is. Of how normal and natural it was to strip down into nothing and fuck this woman's every orifice until everyone's hunger and lust was satisfied. Yet perhaps, he'd have to instruct her later on what kissing actually meant-- and how it would be properly done, as in the midst of his euphoria and the pleasurable thrusts into the tight confines of her ass, he was crudely pulled apart in dissatisfaction.

He was forced to watch for a moment as this other man took her to the ground, and for a moment, he thought he'd ruined things. Only for him to spread her ass cheeks once more, and invite him to retake the woman. He grunted then. A dominant man by nature, when it came to instinctive matters like this, he did not like feeling like he was not in control. Right now, Reyun was. Of course he was-- for more or less, this was her lover, and David was the new giant stranger. Yet, he had an urge to fix that problem just then. He would have to work on this. He suddenly wanted to be that woman's Alpha, and if there was one way to go about proving it to these people, it would be by taking that invitation and showing the small man what giants could do with a cock.

So on his knees he quickly went, and her ass was grabbed along with Reuyn. Without a moment's wait, his hips thrust forward once more and his cock was sent pummeling into the woman's orifice once more. His arm extended outwards, and his fist took a hold of that wild hair, wrapping it around the hand for a better hold. His back arched, and his cock's pummels into her ass sent every inch of him pushing in and out of her-- while suddenly introducing something new. His free hand spanked her, to suddenly cause her muscles to constrict, her cunt included, and send a wave of pleasure running up her spine. The holes would squeeze the shafts pummeling in them instantly, sending a wave of pleasure unlike any before running up their spines. David's cock was trapped in the woman for a moment, wedged so deep in and tightened on by her constricting asshole that he could barely pull out, and similarly, her cunt would squeeze Reyun's cock harder than he'd experienced before.

Partially, it was to satisfy this cave woman like she'd never been before, and partially...well, if Reyun came first, and left David atop the cavewoman continuing to fuck her, perhaps new dominance would be shown. Perhaps, she'd realize there was a better breeding partner out there to impregnate, and pump her full of children.
 
Having her hair pulled was nothing new, and Eedahn liked it. She was a strong, stubborn, independent woman in her own right, but there was something about sex that made her not mind being possessed or used by a man. She was so close...so close...

The spanking was new. She'd spanked her sons as punishment of course, but the strange pleasure caused by this spanking didn't leave her time to wonder what he thought she'd done wrong. Her muscles constricted, as Dayfed had intended, but that sharp, pleasurable pain was enough to send her over the edge. Eedahn cried out and arched her back, pressing Reyun deep inside her as her walls pulsed and clenched around them both. Reyun gasped, his own orgasm catching him by surprise as he came inside her while her cunt milked his cock for every last drop.

Reyun slipped his cock from her and leaned up to bite affectionately at her neck, leaving her moaning while Dayfed pounded her ass. Reyun slid two fingers along her sensitive clit, working to help Eedahn cum a second time. Everyone knew a woman was more likely to get pregnant--and have a healthy pregnancy--if she came when her partner did.
 
The assault on her from both ends had ended, yet she was not quite done getting fucked and pleasured. Reyun seemed attentive to her needs, toying with her little clit while David fucked her from behind. He appreciated the man's help, and allowed him to continue while using the man's body much like the floor, draping the woman over him and lifting her ass by the hips, nearly having her feet off the ground entirely as she was plowed and taken, pushed closer and closer to a second orgasm.

David was nearing his own all the same. He could feel his own barriers breaking, his own walls crumbling in the heat of everything and the threat of his own cum. Suddenly, his nails dug into the cave woman's ass, and he yanked her ass as far back onto his cock as possible, wedging every inch of him into the small and tight hole. A wild groan escaped him, a mountain giant's moan, before suddenly he'd lean forward over her body and grip her by the back of the neck for leverage, while the other hand ensured that her ass smacked loudly right into his groin and he sent every inch of him impaling her.

Only then would he finally cum, spilling rope after rope of thick seed into her ass with every forward thrust. His entire cock twitched and throbbed within the crevice of her asshole, each stroke forward bringing with it another shot of cum to spill into her. It seemed giants had endless loads, because it certainly felt like he came over and over again, almost an excessive amount while he entrusted the pleasure of his cock and Reyun's ass to take her to her second orgasm-- and his thrusts would not stop, regardless of his cumming, until he felt her body twitch and shake from the pleasure.
 
Reyun murmured sweet nothings in her ear as the giant pounded Eedahn's ass. His fingers skillfully stimulated her clit, slipping inside her cum-filled cunt every now and then and stroking her while her entire body rocked with each of Dayfed's thrusts. Finally he came inside her ass and she cried out in pleasure, gripping the grass on either side of Reyun's body hard as she came a second time before collapsing on top of Reyun, breathing hard.

"Mente sha," she commented with a breathless laugh. Reyun chuckled before lifting her off of him with a grunt and setting her in the grass.

"Kesh sheko," he said, pointing back the way he'd come before tucking his cock back into his pants. Eedahn nodded and gestured that he should go return to his duties. Eventually she managed to push herself into a sitting position and pushed her hair out of her face, grinning at Dayfed.

"Afeten ma entoma." It was clearly a compliment, but while her tone was clear her meaning was lost. Once she was certain any spare seed was done dripping from her used orifices she pulled her pants back on, though her top was still where she'd left it by the fire when her children had greeted her. She wiped half-dried milk from her breasts before gesturing after Reyun. "Reyun kontai," she explained. "Kontai...mmm..." She thought for a minute before flexing like a body builder then miming stabbing while baring her teeth, trying to explain that he was a warrior. Once she felt she'd communicated that she drew with her finger in the dirt three stick figures, two larger than the one in the middle. One of the larger stick figures had breasts.

"Eedahn, Reyun, Nikah," she explained, pointing first to the taller two figures then to the small one. She drew two more stick figures, one with breasts and a round belly. "Eedahn, Reyun...jehel," she pointed to the belly, then cupped her arms as if rocking a baby before marking out the belly with her finger. "Met."
 
The whole process was like nothing he'd ever experienced. So raw. So out in the open. No jealousy and no borders on who got to do what. These people, they were animalistic in the way they fucked yet had such a sense of community that he couldn't help but be attracted to it. Not until every drop of cum was spilled into her ass did he fall back onto his ass, catching his breath for a moment while some cum leaked down the tip of his cock. He was catching his breath, while Eedhan spoke with the warrior before he went off to his duties.

At the mysterious compliment, he only flashed her a smirk, assuming what she said was something positive based on how it all came out. "Thank you." He'd speak, with a nod-- hoping, that this translated properly as gratitude. She picked herself and her pants up, while he put on his little pants once more. She might finally see how they're a bit in handy since they covered a freshly milked cock, but hey, these people just walked around with everything hanging so he doubted it.

She finally began to explain who he was to her-- and how he'd fathered her eldest. Though, towards the end, he felt just a little bit confused. He was unsure, if she meant that she was currently pregnant with that man's child or not, and so he took a stick from the ground and proceeded to draw in his own right. First her, with the breasts, and he'd point. "Eedahn." Then a man, with a spear, and he'd point. "Reyun." Then, another child. "Nikah." Then he'd draw an arrow connecting all of them. He understood that much.

"But are you now pregnant with his child?" He asked, and to help communicate things, he drew a circle along the drawn woman's belly, then pointed to her, then to Reyun as he walked away. Her belly specifically was pointed at, and he hoped she'd understand what he was asking.

Though, regardless, he then drew a man in beside those three. A taller man, with a cock to represent himself. He pointed to it. "David." He then drew a circle around the image of himself, indicating that he was alone here. No other stick figures were beside him.
 
When he drew a circle around the three stick figures, indicating he understood that they were a family, Eedahn nodded. But he seemed to ask whether she were pregnant now, and she shrugged. They'd have to see, wouldn't they? She pursed her lips, trying to think of how to explain what she'd meant. Finally she thought of something. The three stick figures again, labeled herself, Reyun, and Nikah. Then another two, one with a round belly.

"Eedahn, Ketah, jehel." She pointed to the belly at 'jehel,' then cradled her arms again like she would a baby before striking out the belly with her hand. "Met." Another three. "Eedahn, Vital, Korsu." She struck out the figure of the child. "Met." Another two, again one had a round belly. "Eedahn, Reyun, jehel." Again she struck out the belly. "Met." She drew another three, this time next to the surviving stick family with Reyun and Nikah. "Eedahn, Atai, Tuam." She drew a circle around the six stick figures and looked to see whether he understood the concept of a miscarriage or a still birth.

When Dayfed drew himself alone, Eedahn shrugged. She drew a mountain next to the stick figure giant, then a stick figure on the mountain. She drew a circle around both the mountain with the stick figure and the stick Dayfed. "Pretak?" she asked, pointing at the mountain. "Gorsu?" She pointed at the figure she had drawn. Did he not have any family back where he'd come from?
 
Eventually, he figured it out. Not everyone was exclusive, here. It explained why she was nursing different children that didn't belong to the same father. It also explained why people could just fuck out in the open like that. Eventually, he even understood that stillbirth was common here, because of how frequently these people breeded, and the lack of medicine at the time. He finally offered a nod of understanding, before she drew the mountain, and another person on the mountain wondering he had anyone there.

He let out a sigh then, facing the realism of how alone he was here. Wiping away all the drawings in the dirt, he started over. Triangles shaped like the huts around them were the villiage. In it, he draw Eedahn, Nikah, Reyun, and everyone there. He surrounded them all with a circle, then pointed to each one. Then, he drew the mountains, and then himself at the very top. "David. I am David. I am alone." To make her understand, he circled the mountain and himself alone. He drew another stick figure outside the circle, before crossing it out, to help show that he had no one there.

An arrow was then drawn, from the mountain to the village, connecting David with the rest of the drawn people, but before anything else was said, he grunted at a sudden shot of pain from the wound to his side. Whatever leaf they put on it numbed things, but he was still hurt, and it forced him to stand a little. "...I'm going to go lie down." He wouldn't explain this, but he had to go digest things finally. Everything so far was hectic, and troublesome, and so without much words he walked back towards the fabrics they set out for him to sleep on, and settled himself downwards to lie.
 
So he was alone. They had heard from other, more mobile tribes who came here to overwinter that the cold was killing more and more each cycle. Perhaps his village had been killed by the cold too, and he was the only survivor. Or maybe he was like a bear and wandered alone until he found a mate. She pursed her lips and wiped out the mountains, drawing a tall stick figure in amongst the huts he had drawn.

"Dayfed," she said firmly, pointing at the tall figure. She drew a circle around the entire village with him in it. He grunted and stood and, saying something she didn't understand, walked back toward the grass mat they had laid out for him. Frowning in concern Eedahn walked over to an older man and had a brief conversation with him before he stood and walked over to the giant. Kneeling down, he introduced himself as Atai before gently peeling away the leaf to take a look at the wound.

~*~

There was a great deal of celebration when the party sent out to get the mammoth managed to drag it back by mid-morning the next day. That was also the day one of the first tribes arrived to overwinter, setting up their less-permanent dwellings alongside the yurt-like huts Eedahn's people used. She spent the day helping to clean and carve the mammoth, claiming a tusk and part of the hide for her own since she'd been the one to kill it. Her family also got first choice of the meat--after the elders--once it was finally cooked. What wasn't used tonight would be packed in snow and kept over the winter, thawed out a little at a time to get them through. After dinner as the sun went down and the children were put to bed, then the drums started.

With the drums came singing and dancing around a large bonfire. Eedahn nudged Dayfed and directed his attention to the dirt, where she drew the fire and the stick figures around it. The men, she made sure, were drawn with erect cocks. Over the fire she drew three circles, pointing to one then to the rising moon. This was to happen for three nights during the full moon, as it did every cycle of the moon. Then she drew multiple pregnant stick figures before motioning to the dancers. This was a fertility ritual.

"Shekoh," she said encouragingly, standing and tugging at his hand. She motioned to a shy-looking girl nearby and smiled encouragingly. Women like her--strong, fast women with wide hips and generous breasts--were the most desirable during these sorts of things, but this girl was petite. Eedahn had promised her at the last fertility ritual to find her a mate, and was hoping that Dayfed wouldn't mind her narrow waist and hips. The girl was pretty enough and couldn't have been more than fifteen.
 
He'd rested well, thanks to the Elder's help. He'd been introduced at Atai, and he seemed like a kind elder. Drifting to sleep was difficult with such complicated thoughts and memories, but eventually, the dosing and numbing effects of the leaves on his body did the trick and he was out for the night. He dreamt of his life back home again, how he left a family behind-- a wife, a child yet to be born. But here he was, fucking strange cave women and trying to survive in a place he did not know or understand.

--

The next day wouldn't be so bad. The morning had gone by rather quietly, and he learned a few more words listening to others whisper about him. He'd not seen Eedahn since that morning when she checked on him, but as the fires lit up the night that evening, he finally saw her again when he walked up towards everyone around. She drew him a little picture to help make him understand, and he let a nod escape. "Ah, a fertility dance." He understood, even if his words were foreign to her. At least he conveyed that he understood.

Just when he was about to propose that she join him for this ritual, as they did the night before, she'd pointed towards a girl. He looked at her curiously, head tilting as she nudged him towards her. She didn't seem as busty or full as Eedahn. She was...younger. Not fully developed yet. A Teenager, fifteen or sixteen. He knew it-- but such were the customs here, and she was gorgeous regardless of the lack of hips and breasts.

"Are you sure?" He looked at Eedahn a little perplexed, as if to confirm that she wanted him to do this, but with another nudge, he walked up towards the girl and offered her a smile if nothing else. He didn't know the exact proceedings on how such a ritual would begin, or if they'd begin fucking right then and there, so he simply introduced himself, batting his chest with his fist.

"David. Um...Darub." He had learned the word for mountain, and somehow managed to convey who he was, and where he was from.
 
The girl smiled shyly and pulled her unkempt hair to one side. Eedahn smiled encouragingly before one of the men playfully pulled her away. "Khalo," she said quietly, putting a hand to her own chest.

She'd heard about the pale mountain giant, about his strange language and ignorance of their customs. Eedahn had told her not to be afraid, that he might be a little slow but if she was fairly straightforward he would catch on. That she was a virgin so long after her first blood never had to come up, especially since he wasn't likely to understand even if she told him. Shaking, Khalo slowly pulled her dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. The giant had been given clothes, since his old ones were in tatters from the lightning strike and all he had were comically tiny pants. She slid them down off of his hips but no further, a little afraid of what was to come. She always heard the women wailing at these things. Did that mean it hurt?

His shaft was long and thick, and when she wrapped her fingers around it Khalo's eyes widened. She looked up at him, nervous and afraid but determined. Eedahn was already bent over with her hands on the ground, grunting with each thrust her mate made into her. Was that what the giant wanted to do?
 
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